and went home with him.”
I blushed and looked down, but continued on quickly. “I’m not his girlfriend or anything and I didn’t even know who he was until I got home.”
“That’s fine, Emma,” the detective assured me. He pushed a pad of paper and pen across the desk towards me. “I would just like you to write down anything Lorenzo said to you, and anything you noticed in his apartment. Even small, inconsequential things could be meaningful.”
I picked up the pen and stared down at the paper, but my mind was blank. Lorenzo hadn’t said anything out that might be useful to an investigation, and I wasn’t about to write out all the dirty talk he used on me. I had barely even noticed his apartment until this morning and Lorenzo had kicked me out so quickly I hadn’t really had time to notice the details.
“I really can’t remember anything worthwhile. I was very drunk last night, detective. I’m sorry I can’t be more useful, but I’ve had a really long, ridiculous day and I just want to go home and do my school work.”
The image of Bruno standing outside my apartment flashed through my head and I briefly considered telling the detective, but something stopped me. It wasn’t like I had learned anything useful from Bruno, and I didn’t want him after me for trying to rat him out to the cops.
“Alright, Emma. I just want you to be aware, in case Lorenzo contacts you again, that he is dangerous. He has a history of using women and throwing them away when they are no longer fun or useful to him. He is a bad guy. His family is involved in some really terrible crime and he is not above manipulating you. Don’t let his pretty face fool you.”
“I don’t think it will be a problem, but thanks,” I replied, grabbing my bag and standing up quickly. I wanted to get out of there and get home so I could study for my exam later that week. It seemed like the universe was conspiring to keep me from passing that damn exam.
“Well, here’s my card,” the detective added, handing me a glossy business card which I shoved into my bag. “Please call me if you remember anything or find out anything new.”
I nodded and said goodbye quickly. As I hurried out of the building, I let out a small sigh of relief. The past twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind of ups and downs and I was ready for it to be over. All I wanted was to go home to my apartment, change into my comfortable sweatpants and sip a cup of tea while I studied for my test. That wasn’t too much to ask, was it?
As I walked back through the crowded city blocks, I thought about how every stranger I passed might have a crazy story going on behind the scenes that they were hiding from the world. Anyone passing me by would think I was just a normal college student, but they would have no idea that I had accidentally slept with the heir to a mafia empire last night. The thought made me giggle and I was in a much better mood by the time I reached my apartment building.
I turned the corner and what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. The smile vanished from my face as Bruno turned to face me. His face somehow looked even more smug than it had earlier, and there was now a dangerous, menacing quality to his slight smile.
“Please, get in the car Miss Waterhouse,” he commanded as I approached slowly, weighing my options. My mind raced so fast I almost felt dizzy.
“What? No way.” I panicked, wondering if I should run and try to call Detective Russo to come save me.
“Look, girl, no one is going to hurt you but I’ve been asked to take you to Lorenzo’s apartment so I am going to take you there. I can assure you that trying to disobey Giovanni Romano’s direct command will not end well for you. So, please, just get in the car and come have a talk with my employer.”
I nodded helplessly and walked towards the car. I knew that running was pointless and hiding was impossible. I